Life is good.
Even when the bah bug bites.
Even when the fatigue is so surreal you wish you could melt into the ground and grow up to be a flower in the next life.
Even when the solutions to the problems are not yet found.
Even when the hardships keep kicking your loved ones around.
Even when your rhyme is so tied up in Dr. Seuss-land
you can’t reach past the fingers pounding words from hands
driven by the drive-by moment
long enough to stop their relentless repetition of sound found in the pound-go-round.
Hey, that wasn’t too bad, in spite of the land/hand stretch.
This is a crazy post
because it’s a crazy life right now and I’m truly very grateful for that fact.
And had to say so.
Peace, y’all…
[This was originally posted with the following highly adorable image: http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw64gfV2cs1qkcj67o1_500.jpg but i’m coming out of the tumblr-induced cloud and will not post images from tumblr any more!]
I needed this poem right now, JRuth! …am copying it down to carry with me and re-read. “pound go round” Love it!
The bug? Ha!
:0) so glad! this season definitely puts us in the spin cycle. precious lil bug.
Nice choice of photo. If all bugs looked like that we’d be less prone to swatting them – and they’d be less likely to suck our blood!
adorable lil thing, no? :0)
Crazy but wonderful poem. One should never give up even when times seem tough!
Thank you… I’ve experienced some valuable growth in giving up along some lines and in some areas. But ultimately, despair need not claim the victory…